Anastasia Spitalfields Whore ❤️❤️

About London

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Crossbones: Rediscovery

Oi, listen up, you bloody idiot sandwich! I'm gonna tell you about Spitalfields, alright? This place is a fuckin' mosaic of insane vibes, packed with history, sex, and a dash of madness—like that headless crap from The Headless Woman, mate, "all is not what it seems!"

Roti King are bringing their Malaysian street food to Spitalfields